Twilight Saga Adaptation (1)

This was actually written quite a while back last year, after I first picked up the popular Twilight Saga by Stephenie Meyer. The books are copyrighted, obviously, and these are just adaptations that I wrote in all due respect to her as an amazing author, one of my favourites actually. This one is about Bella in Twilight when she was saved by Edward Cullen when he came roaring in his shiny, silver Volvo. What if it was twisted so that she knew martial arts and didn't need Edward's 'saving'? ;)

I was strutting around, trying to locate the bookshop. I had visited the library during my first week here in Forks, but it was so poorly stocked that I didn't even bother to get a card. I thought coming up to Port Angeles would solve the no-books-to-read problem, but apparently not. If the bookshop's so small that I can't even find it, then wouldn't it have a limited number of books? While I was trying to make sense of the map-the vocal one that Jessica had kindly provided me with-I caught several guys staring at me. They were hanging out in a huge gang, the kind that terrified me. One of them, who was wearing a black ensemble and a pair of dark tinted glasses, whistled and hooted when I passed. I rolled my eyes and continued. Not that my stomach didn't lurch in fear when I did that blase move. It very obviously did, to my utter embarrassment. At least no one knew that. I carried on with my search for the book store and rounded a corner when I couldn't see it. I was vaguely aware of the men following behind. Their less-than-quiet footsteps quickly gave them away. But I was in no hurry to rush; why would I when I could simply bash their noses into their heads? I kept on finding and looking and searching for the microscopic book store-that, I was now very sure, could not possibly have a steady supply of classics-but to no avail. The footsteps were close; the men were catching up. I quickened my pace habitually, only to realise when I rounded another corner, that I wasn't being followed. I was being ambushed-for lack of a better word. The group had dispatched and they were now forming a circle around me, watching my every move. I was a little afraid, but hurriedly pushed that thought away before it could show up on my face; I was certain that the sadistic boys-as they looked around my age-would laugh their heads off at my fear. I tensed, my muscles locked into place. They continued circling me, though it was less obvious now. They were obviously not going to let up. So... I recalled my practice with the sinseh masters-they had taught me how to fight. I could remember with perfect clarity and used it now. The first kick was aimed at the one nearest to me; I karate-chopped the second. The rest were taken down before I could even lay one finger on them-they were too scared that I knew how to fight. Hah! Cowards! Before I could throw a punch directly in the face-there was one more left-I was suddenly flung in the air. My head went abruptly dizzy as my back hit against the barbed fence. Thankfully, I caught myself by intertwining my fingers with the sharp wire before I could crumple into a heap on the ground. I immediately zoomed in on that one guy-he was extremely unlucky today.
I shrieked at him, beyond words. Nothing could express my anger right now-I was far too furious. Nobody hurt me, and my hair! His face looked a little frightened when I charged full-force at him; that sight didn't irk me like it should. Maybe I was sadistic too. But I lunged at him, twisting his right arm till I heard a snap. He cried out in agony while I smirked, taking a few steps back. That did it. He ran away, nursing his arm against his chest in a way that no man should ever use. I laughed blackly, watching him while he made his escape. A silver Volvo appeared on the empty road just a few seconds later. I skipped up to it and peered into the glass. There, staring back at me with eyes holding the depth of a dozen different emotions, was Edward sitting in the driver's seat. "Hop in," he suggested as I stood there, my feet firmly planted on the ground. How did Edward Cullen come here? How did he know I was here? Were the Quileute legends that Jacob had told me true? Was he really a vampire? A vegetarian vampire, at that-I corrected mentally. I finally settled on shock; it was most dominant on my face anyway. I opened the car door and slammed it shut after I got in. His leather seat was smooth; it smelled like honey-and-lilac too. I inhaled deeply, and then continued staring at him. He seemed to sense that I was waiting for him to start explaining, so he sighed. "Aren't you going to tell me what happened?" I frowned. "Isn't that my line?" He looked at me too, and then frowned deeply. "No, I'll explain during dinner. Now, it's your turn." Hmm, dinner. Not bad. I smiled a tiny bit at that idea, and then questioned, "What must I explain?" He rolled his eyes, as if expecting me to already understand his question. "You can fight?" I grinned at the surprise in his voice. "I'm not that girly, like you think I am. I know martial arts." Perhaps I was boasting a little. Okay, I admit, I was smug at that.

--Twilight